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Jun 11
The sun
draws in the dead we bury,
burn them into light.
The moon,
though mounted in darkness,
holds this holy truth in silence.
Starsβ€”
souvenirs of empathyβ€”
scatter across the night,
in search of one more smile.
The sky
decides what to reveal,
what to keep veiled.

What we lose
becomes β€”what we see.
β™‘
Zahra Ali
Written by
Zahra Ali  25/F/Pakistan
(25/F/Pakistan)   
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